PS - Look Man #HitSquad lyrics

[Verse 1: P.S] P.S, P ga**ed, P savage They know man, they know gang I'm still here, still banging Get it run my dippa It ain't Twitter I mean we can get at it And your brother ain't nothing When it's bussing I bet he wouldn't back it Man dash but he wasn't lacking Man a been staining I was out here, you was out raving No bob'd I was giving man face lift Feds chase, I ain't tryna hit station No Calpol, I'm a sick kid Turn anyone to a victim Yeah, I'm itching, got a hitlist Bro said call off and just hit this I said aight cool ima get them Got somin' tucked I'm a young thug that's my best friend See man might skududu, dududu And that's kweng kweng Doing up road, doing up toes Doing up ten ten Who's that, what's that Who's that peng peng P.S I'm ga**ed that's facts Still dressed in black man back Get back got dem man back Don't give a f**, roll with it tucked Even when I [?] That n***a got all his garms Still tryna sort these dogs See man'll get bun like cheese does She get D, she start scream Oh la that's jesus And all you hear is dip dip With that big kitch Cause that what P does Cause that what P does [Hook] x2 Don't look at my face The man just ay The man just look Gyallie wanna act Got breast and a back But the useless gyal can't cook Like this ain't a war Man shoot and score Like I'm really tryna do it look man Jump out the ride Man shob man, shoot and score Like I do it like look man [Verse 2: Trizzac] Pecknarm stepping, zone 2 creppting Ima fight [?] But I can show you man about fencing Ten man deep in your block Now we're all zone 2 flexing I can't vouch for the opps Got all my zone 2's pressing Them man are nerdy, they ain't lurky So why they talk about banging You say I'm the boss but you don't give a toss Cause man didn't panic Man just saw Justin He was dustin Cause man didn't panic Catching [?] With this T So you know I move manic I'm playing quite fair at the moment That's why I'm stepping with shavers But it wouldn't be fair if I copped a strap That was attached with lasers On the block 3 days straight While you was munching down Quavers Stepping out zone 2 rangers I couldn't give a f** about neighbours I can ride around with that Sammy Or I'm riding around with that thing You can mash work with a hand ting I can mash work with this ching Jab jab in a knife fight But if you lacking darg you can swing And slap corn at his crown fam If he wanna acts like he's a king [Verse 3: Kwengface] Zone 2 step, doing up like I'm zone 2 step If not then I'm doing up trap One shot k** Woof man straight in his chest Do it like P then dash He already got it Bro just stop it Donny got chinged, belly, back Man just talk Man just talk on the net Man just done stepped and splash Fly up some to find more bands Fly round there to find more bands Man just drill up the ting Now I'm way too pissed Cause I swear that the girl too cra** Trap, mash, blow that sh** make [?] Might just do ten toes on your map Might trap mash on your map Ring trap all morning Ring ring now they won't stop calling I just back out the shave and sauce it Splash man down no [?] no warning You know it went deep if you calling Zone 2 step man zone 2 walkin' 58 bells that's what man's talkin' That's what man's talkin' Like, I'm on mazzas And this ting be a badders And she making tings all on me Now she ain't got manners No face, no case, no cameras Tryna take man's face off the atlas Watch man do them backflips Just reappear then... [Hook] x2 Don't look at my face The man just ay The man just look Gyallie wanna act Got breast and a back But the useless gyal can't cook Like this ain't a war Man shoot and score Like I'm really tryna do it look man Jump out the ride Man shob man, shoot and score Like I do it like look man